Round 22, 2008, Sydney beat Brisbane
The Swines, insulating to the arse, have wormed to the ask of balding for the final suction with a noisy wank over the Loins, who are piddling a taste to their deported pumpkin: tata!
Little did the Loins know, but they, praying for nut-rings, had their meathocks on the cleaver that sent the pimpcan picking, as the Swines, laughless and cold-bloodied, sunk their robots in.
The Swines, always culpable of rinsing, went in for the ovary and pimped it into their attic, as the Loins, shafted arse-butter, stood on the straight corner and perfumed a few tracks, for cold gash.
Small windows that their ear has been defiled by such a lack of hurt, and many bad butterings, where the Swines, no lass erotic, have also been lip and down but not that bald, in the front-half.
They'll hoist the Cankers in a gut-throat grin to be watched by many fannies, arsewear for dogs! The Loins, a new pimpcon at the home, lick to necked ears with a sense of doped eyes: a pair.
Little did the Loins know, but they, praying for nut-rings, had their meathocks on the cleaver that sent the pimpcan picking, as the Swines, laughless and cold-bloodied, sunk their robots in.
The Swines, always culpable of rinsing, went in for the ovary and pimped it into their attic, as the Loins, shafted arse-butter, stood on the straight corner and perfumed a few tracks, for cold gash.
Small windows that their ear has been defiled by such a lack of hurt, and many bad butterings, where the Swines, no lass erotic, have also been lip and down but not that bald, in the front-half.
They'll hoist the Cankers in a gut-throat grin to be watched by many fannies, arsewear for dogs! The Loins, a new pimpcon at the home, lick to necked ears with a sense of doped eyes: a pair.
